Please pardon me, folks, while I rant for a few minutes.
Just HOW does a mother stand by and ingore that her 2 or 3 year old son is shaking, stomping on and tipping over the carrier in which the most BEAUTIFUL long haired siamese cat is trapped, with eyes that are just pleading with anyone in view, “HELP ME!”
And how come I was so stunned and angry, I just couldn’t get out the words, “CURB YOUR KID FOR GODSSAKE!”
I stood and tried my hardest to think of some way to say to this obviously stupid woman that: 1) Maybe she shouldn’t have the child hold the carrier AT ALL. 2) I am sure kitty had probably just had to endure some indignity at the pet store bathing area, because the two were laughing at his shaved tail and I can imagine it had had a hard enough day as it was. 3) She was totally ignoring every nasty thing this kid was doing to this poor cat and just holding her younger child and waiting for the clerk to come back and finish her transaction. So why couldn’t she have taken kitty in to the car to give him a quiet place to rest while she stood with the children in line?
And even after she left, the kid was still dragging the hapless feline in his carrier into their van and bouncing it off the ground and steps like a fricking suitcase! I have never been so ready to destroy another human being as I was today!
But no, I am too witless to be able to come up with anything clever in even ten minutes’ time…plus I was already stunned that, once again, there are two adorable baby bunnies, a lop and an upright eared one, in one of those blasted tanks and having to share it with a HUGE housefly! I tried to talk to the clerk about it, but he was one of your run-of-the-mill idiots who just gives you a grunt and a blank stare. I was so incensed I didn’t think to ask for the manager.
Besides, I just wanted to THROTTLE that kid…or his mom….OR BOTH. (I secretly hoped the kid would trip the door lock on the carrier and kitty would make a break for it. I’d have taken it home in half a heartbeat.)
To top it all off, when we finally got back home after being in town all day, I find my 12 yo Mack Husky trapped under our front porch and unable to free himself. This is a dog with a severe degenerative bone disease and he’s losing his back legs. It’s also getting harder for him to toilet. I can only imagine the agony he’d been going through from the time he’d got himself stuck and I was so mad at myself for not being there! We literally had to jack up the porch to get him out. We suspect someone we knew had been here today and probably had something to do with it. But he’s not fessing up.
There are sometimes I just HATE people. I love what Walt Whitman said: “I think I could turn and live with animals….” BOY does that ring true for me today!
Okay..rant over…I think. >.< I'm gonna go hug my bunny now.